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She is yours. You might find yourself scanning, your eye guided by a languid sliding pan, detail after detail of waxed body, parts of a car. Other elements, half omitted, slope by, appearing from the edges of the frame. Are they part of a larger story, is there a narrative to follow? She is a vessel, drawing you in. Everything is plausible, yet more enjoyable for moderately enhanced. You will be given treats, something recognizable out of a sequence of slightly abstractions, merely suggestions. Or you might get distracted by these props offered unto your gaze, were they not a source of nearfamiliarity. A Mercedes-Benz, Wave blonde cigarettes. As out of place as usual. It’s a set up. Sunshade. text : Robin Jiro Margerin